Poems about Children
#children
Poems about children and parenthood, the love and responsibility of having children. Poetry about raising children in society, and the influence family and social pressures have on their development.
AlisVolatPropriis8
Poem Published
16th Oct 2021 6:23am
16th Oct 2021 6:23am
The rose.
Roses are always red.
For she was surrounded by turtle.
For she was surrounded by turtle.
#children
#soldiers
#LGBT
#heroic
#masculinity
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
13th Oct 2021 3:44am
13th Oct 2021 3:44am
DreamKillers
Share a word of love with your friends
Share a word of love with your friends
If you have a little friend
Shake hands with her or him
Share a word of love with your friends"
But who am I
I stand alone
From conception til now
I stand alone
Sucking on bones
To fight off hunger
There's a scythe swinging to and forth
And it has my number
Staring at the ceiling I can see each one of them
Children circling a tree reciting a hymn
Off in the distance away from the tree
I see one alone, I...
Share a word of love with your friends
If you have a little friend
Shake hands with her or him
Share a word of love with your friends"
But who am I
I stand alone
From conception til now
I stand alone
Sucking on bones
To fight off hunger
There's a scythe swinging to and forth
And it has my number
Staring at the ceiling I can see each one of them
Children circling a tree reciting a hymn
Off in the distance away from the tree
I see one alone, I...
#children
#childhood
#LifeStruggles
#humankind
#LifeCycle
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DarkPopPrincess
Poem Published
10th Oct 2021 1:15am
10th Oct 2021 1:15am
The Daughter I'll Never Have
I'm from the fiery pits of a two story home
You're from a frozen apartment.
We're both princesses.
You're Heaven,
I'm Hell.
And you're the daughter
I'll never have.
You're from a frozen apartment.
We're both princesses.
You're Heaven,
I'm Hell.
And you're the daughter
I'll never have.
#love
#children
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
8th Oct 2021 3:21pm
8th Oct 2021 3:21pm
Lily Pads
If I'd been a fairy or a helicopter pilot
Or an angel on a balcony of cloud
I could have sworn they were lily pads
Bobbing on concrete water
Caressing asphalt lake
But no the pads were berets
Marching instead of bobbing
Perplexing instead of caressing
Hiding little orange flowers under the green
Scarves like military pin-up models
Sandwiched between braids
Or in front of shoulder blades
Too young for that kind of fun
Too naive to honour dead heroes ...
Or an angel on a balcony of cloud
I could have sworn they were lily pads
Bobbing on concrete water
Caressing asphalt lake
But no the pads were berets
Marching instead of bobbing
Perplexing instead of caressing
Hiding little orange flowers under the green
Scarves like military pin-up models
Sandwiched between braids
Or in front of shoulder blades
Too young for that kind of fun
Too naive to honour dead heroes ...
#children
#soldiers
#war #historical
#war #historical
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 11:18pm
4th Oct 2021 11:18pm
Little Toy Soldiers
Please leave us out of it
We don't want your worldview
We don't see in orange and green
Don't take us out to play
With your bombs and guns
Don't make us dance with glee
Under bullet confetti
And red traffic light sun
We want no part in this
All this for a crucifix
Or some politician we don't know?
Let it be known our "no" means "no"
And leave us out of it.
We don't want your worldview
We don't see in orange and green
Don't take us out to play
With your bombs and guns
Don't make us dance with glee
Under bullet confetti
And red traffic light sun
We want no part in this
All this for a crucifix
Or some politician we don't know?
Let it be known our "no" means "no"
And leave us out of it.
#children
#soldiers
#violence
#war
#religion
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3 Comments
Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 11:16pm
4th Oct 2021 11:16pm
Cherry Cola, Vanilla Coke
It looked like they were picking baby's breath, they thought
Tiny powder polka dots from a florist with tattoos and gold teeth
They watched, sucking lactations of cola from punctured plastic glands (not bottles but bags)
It was snowing early that year, they thought, though it was always thirty Celsius
Snow White, Rose Red, two kinds of sugar, one velvet red, one flour flower white,
One within its rights in broad daylight, the other hidden from sight
Because grown-ups think children don't have eyes
Tiny powder polka dots from a florist with tattoos and gold teeth
They watched, sucking lactations of cola from punctured plastic glands (not bottles but bags)
It was snowing early that year, they thought, though it was always thirty Celsius
Snow White, Rose Red, two kinds of sugar, one velvet red, one flour flower white,
One within its rights in broad daylight, the other hidden from sight
Because grown-ups think children don't have eyes
#children
#drugs
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randyjohnson
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 7:45pm
4th Oct 2021 7:45pm
Dr. Seuss
Quality children's books were what this man was bound to produce.
He was a writer who died 30 years ago and his name was Dr. Seuss.
He died in September of 1991 and was born in March of 1904.
It's a great loss to the world because he can't write anymore.
He wrote books such as "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" and "The Cat In The Hat".
As people read his books, the drawings are things they love to look at.
He wrote "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Horton Hears a Who".
He wrote "Horton Hatches an Egg" and "Hop on Pop" too.
I wish that I could write as well as...
He was a writer who died 30 years ago and his name was Dr. Seuss.
He died in September of 1991 and was born in March of 1904.
It's a great loss to the world because he can't write anymore.
He wrote books such as "How The Grinch Stole Christmas" and "The Cat In The Hat".
As people read his books, the drawings are things they love to look at.
He wrote "Green Eggs and Ham" and "Horton Hears a Who".
He wrote "Horton Hatches an Egg" and "Hop on Pop" too.
I wish that I could write as well as...
#children
#death
#books #nonfiction
#books #nonfiction
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Scarlett_Midwinter
Poem Published
4th Oct 2021 12:42pm
4th Oct 2021 12:42pm
Man Uppercut
Man up, he shouted, or you'll never be a man!"
I wish I'd been a spider in the upper corner to see the uppercut
Even now, to this day, now that things are looking up
Do you still have nightmares?
Does it still hurt?
I wish you'd been a fly, swaddled in my black widow threads
Not so I could eat you but so I could tend your wounds
I wish I did have eight limbs to wrap all of them around you
And sleep with you in silk sheets from inside of me
Won't you come into my parlour
And I'll ring...
I wish I'd been a spider in the upper corner to see the uppercut
Even now, to this day, now that things are looking up
Do you still have nightmares?
Does it still hurt?
I wish you'd been a fly, swaddled in my black widow threads
Not so I could eat you but so I could tend your wounds
I wish I did have eight limbs to wrap all of them around you
And sleep with you in silk sheets from inside of me
Won't you come into my parlour
And I'll ring...
#children
#abuse
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I_IS_ME
Poem Published
1st Oct 2021 3:51am
1st Oct 2021 3:51am
I Can Make You Feel Good
You like that dont you
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off...
"Yes I think I do"
There's no one else here except me and you
I can make you feel good
You realize don't you, no one cares but me
I'm the only one that can really see
The fear, the pain, that you endure everyday
If you let me I can make them go away
Just allow me once to be your friend
All rips and tears I will mend
Overeating or afraid of food
Just lie with me, I can make you feel good
Abuse, I'll end of any kind
With a little time I'll heal your mind
Take off...
#children
#drugs
#addiction
102 reads
6 Comments
Strangeways_Rob
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 10:53pm
30th Sep 2021 10:53pm
Closing Time at the Maternity Museum
There is a man from these parts, who claims to have been born twice. His Mother went into labour at home and his head began to emerge. The ambulance carrying her to Hospital ran over a road ramp and his head popped back in again.
(i)
Scent of
A distantly spilled
{womb} perfume,
Tastes copper on m(y)other tongue
Inhale language & burn yourself
On your own blue breath.
Each birth curates
A pentimento of primitive painting,
Peels back the hands of the clock
Like a moth’s wings unlaced &
Crushed in the leaves...
(i)
Scent of
A distantly spilled
{womb} perfume,
Tastes copper on m(y)other tongue
Inhale language & burn yourself
On your own blue breath.
Each birth curates
A pentimento of primitive painting,
Peels back the hands of the clock
Like a moth’s wings unlaced &
Crushed in the leaves...
#children
#family
#universe #nature
#universe #nature
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2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
14th Sep 2021 00:11am
14th Sep 2021 00:11am
The World is Yours
Dear Kimmy,
You’ve gone through all the pre-flight checklists
You’ve already tuned and set all the strings
You’ve been preparing most of your life
Steady and ready to spread your wings
Yes, you may have a long way to go
But the winds will carry you very far
You’ve been planning for a long time
Now you just gotta reach for your star
Once in a while, it’ll get rough and tough
But we know you are focused on your goal
You will meet many folks from all walks of life
And they too will tell you: You have a beautiful soul ...
You’ve gone through all the pre-flight checklists
You’ve already tuned and set all the strings
You’ve been preparing most of your life
Steady and ready to spread your wings
Yes, you may have a long way to go
But the winds will carry you very far
You’ve been planning for a long time
Now you just gotta reach for your star
Once in a while, it’ll get rough and tough
But we know you are focused on your goal
You will meet many folks from all walks of life
And they too will tell you: You have a beautiful soul ...
#children
#family
#college
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2 Comments
RiAN
Poem Published
12th Sep 2021 10:35am
12th Sep 2021 10:35am
Margin of the marginalized
There was once
a boy who was fed to the pigs
He suffered a short life that could not have been his.
Mistreated in the most grotesque ways.
When i look at his picture I see into his soul.
He tells me to never be burned
We speak of the soul, he whispers that none will be taken
None will be blemished, perished, dissembled embers shine in his eyes.
Although his face is bend towards the ground his salving strength is haloed.
I write him an intrinsic letter, I tell him we will fold planes and boats.
We will chase fireflies and watch...
a boy who was fed to the pigs
He suffered a short life that could not have been his.
Mistreated in the most grotesque ways.
When i look at his picture I see into his soul.
He tells me to never be burned
We speak of the soul, he whispers that none will be taken
None will be blemished, perished, dissembled embers shine in his eyes.
Although his face is bend towards the ground his salving strength is haloed.
I write him an intrinsic letter, I tell him we will fold planes and boats.
We will chase fireflies and watch...
#love
#dark
#children #humankind
#children #humankind
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